Today was rather a marathon day out, inspired in part by the thought of seeing Antony Gormleys ‘Critical Mass’ again after all these years. This time we made tracks for Bexhill-On-Sea, a rather long and tortuous journey by car as we seemed to get caught behind Sunday drivers, who’d hit the road a day early. Once at the pavillion we joined the bronze casts in their various positions on the roof and posed with them for photographs. We weren’t the only ones. And it was free.
The excitement continued with a rapid tour of charity shops when I managed to acquire ‘1977’ and ‘Nu-Clear Sounds’ for fifty pence each. Best not tell Ash. For some particular reason we also paid Hastings a visit. Still not sure why. Soon we were back in the car and heading for Beachy Head, the prospect of having wind in the hair and a good bracing walk spurred us on.
On arrival at the car park I was strangely drawn to the closed cafe in search of two hot cups of tea. Uncle Mark and I were desperate for a brew. Mrs W and boys, totally unconcerned strode on.
After a short sulk we rejoined the party and strolled to the Head itself, taking in our share of fresh south coast air and enjoying the spectacular views of the other Sisters.
Later I would recall the last time there, when standing at the top, with arms outstretched, I poured out my heart to God – a significant moment. I probably had a thermos of tea tucked away in the car boot too.
The seafront at Seaford was our next destination. Not much doing, but with deserted beach, low light, sea mist closing in and an open cafe, it met the criteria, pressed all the right buttons. The woman who served us was obviously learning English, so we exchanged a fair number of pleases and thank yous. One hot drink later we were on the way home. Mrs W, Uncle Mark, boys and Mr Gormley… I thank you.
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